How come when you go out the next day you feel guilty? I do at least. Even when I know I have NOTHING to feel guilty over...it kinda sucks.

The gym was pretty good today. Didn't give it as much as I should have, but that's how the world works. Oh well.
Leavers assembly and party tomorrow. Should be nerveracking since I'm giving a speech.

Also, on a strange note: I can't imagine anyone ever wanting to date me or do the dirty with me. And yet, there are. People need higher standards. This means you. Stop that.

Really now? Maybe I should start a club at school: "Grumpy Kids for the Betterment of the World."

One of the teachers has taken to calling me a bunny.

Because of my carrots.

So, if I bring in 2 tomorrow, I wonder how that'll be?


....one said that perhaps I was a horse instead.
Of, gotta love bad carrot jokes.

I'm going out.
Drinks and dancing.
GO TIME!!!


...in about an hour...or two...

word.

失恋！

マザーファッカー！

I think I should get a smaller camera so I can take more pictures. I like my camera, but it's HUGE and bulky and that means less picture taking.